of black-inked words poured on a page,

one day she'll show the world.

everything that runs rampant through her mind,

her artwork, finally unfurled.

the future is like a ship on a chaotic ocean,

one day the waves will calm.

the flag of the vessel will be pale in the moonlight,

and the glowing stars will quietly fall.

with final peace of mind,

and a smile gracing through her painted mask.

may the future hold possibilities,

for all of the warriors who bear life's many cracks.